"So how does being pregnant feel like?"
Damon raised an eyebrow at Joey, side-eyeing him as they stepped through the hotel lobby doors. The question caught him so off-guard, he didn't even know how to respond.
Joey just chuckled, patting him on the back. "Relax, man. I don't mean literally. Just how's it been? Y'know... for you."
Damon gave a half-shrug. "Tiring," he admitted. "I'm not the one carrying, but it's still a lot. I'm glad after this match I'll be able to take a break and help her out properly."
Joey nodded as they walked toward the elevators. "I get that. After my boy was born, I didn't sleep for like... what, three months? But it's worth it. You're gonna love it, man. You'll be smiling so hard people'll think you're crazy."
Damon gave a small smile but kept his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. I know."
They stepped into the elevator, and Joey leaned against the wall.
"Got the name yet?" he asked, casually.
